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lotus-n-l0ve · 10 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐞

— Peter Parker x Stark!Female Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : When Peter's girlfriend pays him a little visit in Midtown High School and meets his long time bully, Flash Thompson.

☯ WARNINGS : Au, stark!reader, Peter is barely present in the fic, cursing.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys. I have been having such a bad writer's block that I couldn't write anything for past few weeks. I'm writing this to, hopefully, get over my writer's block.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The red Saleen S7 car, parked outside of Midtown High School, gaining curious glances from the students and passersby. You wait, sitting on the driver's seat, with your phone in your hand. The past week you were out of the country with your father so you had not seen him for the past seven days and barely got to talk to him.

So when you came back today, you wanted to give him a surprise visit. You came here, all confident, but now you were doubting your choices. Maybe you should just wait till school ends?

Fuck it. You are Y/N Stark, girl. Since when do you get nervous?

You checked yourself last time in the back mirror. Perfect as always. You throw yourself a flying kiss and put on your favourite pair of glasses. The car door opens with a click and you get down. It was not long before you were walking down the halls of Midtown High, making everyone stop what they were doing and gawk at you.

You chuckle in your mind. Of course you loved being the centre of attention. You were Tony Stark's daughter after all. Now there's one problem. You don't know exactly where Peter is. You look around the hall before your eyes fall on a boy, sitting with two girl on each side.

Without any second thoughts, you walk up to him, "Hey, do you know where Peter Parker is?"

Flash tore his eyes from the beautiful girls in his arm to the legs standing in front of him. He raised his eyes to your face. His gaze so disgusting that made you want to throw up.

"Talking to me, angel?" Flash stood up, abandoning the girls.

You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt of flirting. At least he got the angel part right.

"I asked if you know where Peter Parker is." You deadpan.

"Peter Parker? Oh! You mean penis Parker. What do you need with him? I'm sure I can help you way more than he can." Flash wiggled his eyebrows at you, giving you a suggestive look.

You just stared at him, completely unimpressed and now angered. This pathetic flirt has the audacity to call your baby penis— wait a damn minute. Penis Parker? Something clicked in your mind.

"Are you Flash Thompson?" You ask before you could stop yourself.

Surprise flashed on his face before a smug smirk appeared on his face.

"Wow! I know that I'm famous but not much. Damn!" He said, running a hand through his hair.

You giggle at his ignorance as you take off your glasses. Folding it and keeping it safely in your hand bag, you step towards him, closing the distance between you two.

"Listen here you little shit." The smirk on his fell at your words, "If I ever hear from Peter that even got anywhere near him, I'll kidnap you, shave off your head, leave you on a deserted island and post your disgusting nudes all over the internet."

"Wh—"

"Shut up and listen." Flash gulped with fear, his face covered in sweat. The menacing aura around you looked scarier than the monster under his bed.

You say while jabbing on his forehead with your pointer finger, "Don't think of him, don't look at him, don't walk on his direction, don't breathe on his direction. Don't go anywhere around my boyfriend. Got it, you failed experiment of a chimpanzee?"

"Y-yes, I....um, I-I..... I under-understand." He nodded his head vigorously. Anything to get away from you.

"Good." You back away, giving him space to finally breathe in relief. Fuck! He didn't know Peter's girlfriend was this scary.

"Y/N?" The familiar voice of your boyfriend called from behind and your demeanour changed like lizards change colours.

"Hey, Pete." You walk up, giving him a quick kiss, "let's go, you are skipping class today. I missed you."

You linked your arm with him and started dragging him out of the school. Peter complied with you because he did miss you a lot too and skipping one day was not going to do any harm on him.

"I missed you a lot." Peter smiled down at you.

You left the school, leaving behind a embarrassed Flash. After you two left did Flash realised the crowd of students circling around him in the hallway. And they were chuckling while looking down at his pants?

Flash looked, "FUCK!"

His blue jeans were now dark blue, water spread on the floor around him. He had peed in his pants. His face turned red with anger and embarrassment. He should not have fucked with Peter.

FUCK!

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generalkenobee · 5 months

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Imagine Peter Missing You ...after a long night of patrolling Peter comes in through your window, careful as to not wake your family.

You looked over and saw him, still in his red and blue cald suit "hi baby, how'd everything go?"

When he didn't respond you looked up to see your boyfriend taking off his mask, his hair falling exactly how you liked it. Slightly messy, maybe even sweaty "Peter?"

He pulled you up out of your chair and pushed you into the bed "hey I still have biolo-"

"I'll do it for you" and you knew he would. He'd wake up early the next morning to do all your homework and more.

You felt his knee move up in between your legs "you're so beautiful" you pushed your weight down onto his knee. Peter brought his head down to kiss your neck.

Even though you were the one grinding and getting friction, he was the one moaning and sighing into your skin.

"long night?" In response he only nodded his head

"I missed you so much..I want you now" he paused looking up at you "please"

"here.." you got up and had your boyfriend sit with his back on the head bored. As your actions continued Peter realized what was about to happen "baby no-"

"why not?" You looked up at him.

"I don't want you to do t-that I want you to feel go-"

You cut him off by shoving him into your mouth "(Y/N s-stop" peters hand came down to hold your face while you sucked him in a little deeper each minute "why?"

"because I want you to feel.."

You giggled to yourself "oh I can feel it"

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lordsmaf · 1 year

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#animaniacs #animaniacs s3 #animaniacs season 3 #animaniacs spoilers #dot warner #yakko warner #screencap #tom holland #tobey maguire #tobey!spiderman #tobey!peter parker #mcu #marvel #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #tom!spiderman #tom!peter parker

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bowieandqueen11 · 9 months

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Tobey!Peter Parker Dating A Plus Size Reader Would Include...

Request: Hello! I know I sent requests for "random request go!" so feel free to ignore me. I was just wondering - I was reading again your Spider-Man stuff (cause it is FANTASTIC <3 ) and I saw that in your note to "Andrew!Peter x Plus Size!Reader" you said that if anybody would ever want to, you'd be willing to write Tobey!Peter x Plus Size!Reader too. I was wondering if that's still the case. Cause if yes, I'd love to see it one day! No pressure of course, you can skip it if you want! Have a great day!

Oh my gosh lovely of course I will thank you so much, I didn't think anyone actually read those notes aha but I'm so happy you did!! Between Across the Spiderverse (which I still haven't seen yet I'm so slow!) and the Insomniac Spiderman trailer I am being well fed :)

Warning: mentions of blood/injury!

(I do not own Spider-Man or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @fmribeiro01.)

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I'm not joking even THINKING about this as a concept is making me squeal because like?? Tobey Peter?? Omg. Absolutely adores you. 24/7, non stop heart eyes motherfcker. Be ready for him to give you looks of such gut wrenching love and vulnerability that you'll just want to squish his cheeks together and kiss his forehead like the puppy he is.

You were 100% Peter's childhood crush, no question asked. You were always invited around to Peter's birthday parties, where the two of you would be thick as thieves for the whole night. Even poor exasperated Harry would find it oddly adorable when it was time to give Petey his cake, and he would bashfully pull out the chair beside him at the table for you to scoot onto. He thought he was so slick, bless his heart, when he reached over to fix your wonky party hat with his tiny shaking fingers, or shyly looked over at the rim of uneven frosting towards you when Aunt May carried out the homemade cake and told him to make a wish. You were always the last one to be picked up, despite living right next door: Ben, the sly old fox, could see how enamoured Peter was. How he had the firmest grip he had ever seen his nephew squeeze out around your arm, and how Peter stood holding the present you had given him in his other hand, not even noticing it because he was too busy fervently nodding and being strung along by every word you would say.

Ben would stall your parents at the door, blocking the way in by pretending to lean on his elbow, and spouting off about whether he was going to paint the living room a periwinkle or an egg shell blue. When your parents finally started to get impatient, you kissed Peter on the side of his cheek and left with a big wave, not really noticing the way he was standing stock-still, his fingers tentatively touching the side of his face and his mouth agape, blubbering like a blow fish. May has never seen him run so fast up the staircase, but Peter's so desperate to curl up alone under his duvet and thank whatever he can think of for making his wish come true, touching the wet imprint of your lips with a revered awe. Eventually, his giggling gets so loud during the night, that Ben has to come out and close over his door so he and May can get at least a little sleep.

A lot of your teenage years is spent with you jumping over your chain link fence in the middle of the night to meet a very anxious looking Peter, whose face quickly grows into a bright smile when he pulls the latest edition of the comic series you've been share-reading out from behind his back. Sitting on the cold tile by his garage, the night would slowly weave diamond dust through the sky, and sparkling joy through the irises of Peter's eye as the two of you stuck your heads together and poured over the pages. Every so often he would have to blink away, pretending he was fixing his glasses because you would catch the side-eye look he was giving you.

By the end of the night, you've fallen asleep, slobbering onto Peter's shoulder. He hasn't moved an inch: as still as marble, and doing his best to hold his breath so he doesn't rustle you, and so he can memorise the way your gratifying weight feels against the side of his shoulder. So he can imprint into his mind how tender your skin feels against his burning neck. It's only when Aunt May comes out to shake the two of you awake from the school bus that he runs into the kitchen all flustered. He grabs his backpack, and says goodbye, but refuses to change his jumper because he can still feel your imprint against the coarse wool.

From time to time that day, you'll peer round the door of your locker to catch him leaning into his, so giddy he's almost vibrating on the spot, which is probably why he's so distracted he bangs his head on the metal top of his own locker door oops.

Lunch that afternoon is even worse! Sitting diagonal across from Peter, you slide into the table next to an already frustrated looking Harry, whose kicking Pete's feet under the table and making incredibly unsubtle raised eyebrow points your way. He's so sick of the way his best friend will spend every minute of his time with you just staring: peering over his fruit pot, blabbering incoherently to himself with ruddy cheeks when he passes you the salt and your pinkie fingers brush, looking at your reflection in his spoon, pretending to stretch his arms and yawn just so he can 'look around the room', which also just so happens to be only the part that you're sitting in. He just wants his friend to be happy, and honestly, he's kind of dumbstruck that the two of you aren't together already, considering his eyes light up like gold-struck dawn every time he sees you.

It's only when Flash Thompson passes by and knocks Peter's elbow out from under him that he finally stops staring over at you. Mainly because his eyes are too busy slamming into his lunch tray, and breaking the bridge of his glasses down hard against his nose. The spell you wisp around his heart is finally broken when the blood starts gushing down his nose, and you have to half-carry him to the medical office. He spends 50% of the time walking there apologising to you, and the other 50% of the time is spent trying to stop his fingers from clenching into your arm. You've tucked him into your side, holding half his torso against you so he can spend most of his effort on pinching his nose, but he doesn't even care that he's swallowing blood anymore, he's so focused on how close he's pressed up against you. The feeling only grows more fervent, more needy, until he's twitching his thighs against the nurse's table to try and get himself to calm down, when you stay with him for the rest of the period to try and wipe some of the blood away. The way you're so close to his lips, the way that your gentle fingers are dabbing so close to his mouth that he can feel his rushing breath brush against your hairs is making him go cross-eyed with how much he's trying to focus on you.

'You know...', you start after a minute, biting your bottom lip nervously as you continued to dab at peter's nostril. 'I have eyes, Petey.'

'I-I know that, silly', he says, his breath coming out in a confused gasp. 'Me too!'

'I- I know you've been looking at me. Because I've been looking at you, too.'

His heart seems to be slamming into the caged cavity of his ribs, and yet everything seems to simultaneously be standing still: caught in a hazy, gliding, wavering dream as you slowly... ever so slowly drop the cloth into the sink, and break through the few inches between the two of you to press your lips against his top one.

For a moment, Peter is so shocked all he can do is widen his eyes, not even processing that the thing he's spent every moment of his waking and sleeping life wishing for ever since he was a child was happening right now. He tries really hard to stop his whole body from shaking, as his silky lashes finally falter shut against the top of your cheeks and he tries to focus his whole attention on the way your plush lip seems to press so perfectly against his own. After a few seconds though, when he hears the clattering of trays fall to the floor and the darkness he was letting himself fall willingly down into seems a little harder to blink out of, he realises the sound was him.

You're worried you've upset him, or stepped too far, or misconstrued his intentions when Peter falls backwards off you, but that's quickly replaced by frantic concern when he starts sliding to the floor. Thankfully, your reflexes are almost as good as his, and you're quick to wrap your arm around his back and cradle his head against your breastbone before he can slam his head against the floor again. He has to spend the rest of the day lying in the office's bed waiting until Uncle Ben can pick him up, but it was completely worth it. As he gazes up at the inane, plastered ceiling, suddenly everything else in life seemed so silly and pointless. All he cared about was rubbing his pointer finger over the wet patch of your saliva still dotted against his bottom lip, his eyes filled with a million bursting stars as he saw beyond the ceiling and into the skies, thanking it for making his birthday wish come true.

The two of you move into his crumby apartment after high school, and honestly? It's the happiest time in Peter's life. Sure, it may be small, and the walls may be flaky and they may shake every time a train rolls past the tracks outside, but every time he comes home to them he's greeted by the memories of the two of you laying against them like when you were kids, falling asleep against each other's heads as you read into the night. Sure, Ditkovich may hound the two of you constantly for rent, and the afternoons may be drowned out by the sound of his friends playing poker a couple of doors over, but they were so easy to forget in the evenings when you turned on your slightly dented radio and made a flustered Peter dance with you across the room, not stopping until you had him held tightly in your arms and he was so embarrassed with his two left feet that he was hiding his head in the curve of your luscious neck.

And sure, you may have picked up pretty quickly that Peter was Spiderman, considering he keeps hopping out the balcony at random hours and leaves his suit sometimes crumpled at the bottom of the closet, but you love him. And he adores you more than anything any universe could throw at him. So life, for the most part, is good.

Honestly, it's so cosy living with him?? Peter literally has spider strength, so he adores it when you lie on top of him in your bed. After a while of just nattering peacefully to each other about your days, winding down by playing with each other's fingers and sneaking kisses through the brackets of your arms, he feels so at peace to feel your weight familiarly resting on top of him. This need increases tenfold after he loses Ben, I think there's something so comforting to him, to know and feel that you're still so close to him, that he can synch the anxious patter of his heart against your own. He's so sweet bless him. he gets so sleepy that his head keeps falling down on top of your own, but he's so quick to lift it up again. He blinks languidly, that honey-sweet, silvery smile shadowed only by the tempered glow of the warm moonlight drifting through the balcony as he tries desperately to keep himself awake, giving his full attention to you.

There's just something about drifting off to the sound of your voice, knowing that for once, he's safe. That he's wrapped up, looked after, comforted by the love of his life. It just feels really nice to be the one coddled from time to time.

Sometimes, you'll jolt awake in the dead of night by the sound of some strange, wistful whispering echoing from somewhere in the near empty room. It takes your brain a little whirring time to realise it's coming from the hand that's spooning your waist, and the nose that's pressed tightly against the back of your thigh. Turns out Peter spends a lot of his sleepless nights tracing over your stretch marks, nestling down your back and reverently dancing his fingers up and down the tiger stipes on your waist. Every so often, he would rub his nose against their aureate lines in a fond kiss, gingerly resting his cheek against your bare skin again as he tried not to wake you up. What really made your heart melt, though, was the way an awe-struck 'wow' would slip from his lips in such a reverential tone, that Peter became so overwhelmed and could do nothing else but leave a small kiss against the side of your leg, dotted by slick tears.

This man picks you up on his scooter after your shift at work, mainly because 1) you are a much better driver than him, and it actually gets home in one piece rather than being tangled under a car wheel somewhere, and 2) when he's super stressed he finds it so comforting to wrap his arms around your side and press his forehead tightly into your back, letting the whole world melt away until nothing but whirling air and the scent of you is left. He always arrives outside your office building ten minutes early, making your secretary laugh when she spots him straightening his best flowery tie in the reflection of the waste bin by the bench outside. He has his best suit on, freshly pressed, and is nervously stepping from foot to foot with a crumpled bouquet of roses in his hand, like a teenager waiting to ask his crush to prom.

Every. Single. Day. You honestly just wait for the secretary to buzz you so you can grab your coat and run outside; you know far too well that Peter either dumps his Spidey suit through the window, or just wears his proper suit underneath so he isn't late. Doesn't matter if he has to catch five buses from the Daily Bugle, or has to 'borrow' his moped from 'Joe's Pizza' to get there on time, he's always there. And he always wants to look his best for you, even though he's still so surprised that someone as ethereal as you would even bother to look his way that he has to shuffle a handkerchief out of his trouser pocket and dab at the sweat beading on his forehead.

It's either that, or Peter scaring the bejesus out of you by picking you up with his webs. You'll just be minding your own business, walking down the sidewalk on your way back from your lunch break, only to be hoisted, screaming into the air and past an equally petrified looking pigeon. Peter does feel bad the first time he did this, since you were screaming the whole time he swung you, but you've settled into a better routine now. You've found it easier to watch the scattered tiles of churches and the blurred crests of building whiz by while you're holding on tightly to his waist, and your feet are firmly pressed on top of his own so he can keep you steady against him. I mean, you might still bury your head into his shoulder blade in absolute terror, but he makes it up to you by landing you down gracefully on top of your office a couple of minutes before you go back in.

The adrenaline from swinging about New York makes the kisses far more heated, and it's always helpful to have a little privacy when you pull the edge of his latex mask harshly up past the bridge of his nose and nearly knock him flying over the cornerstones with how fervidly you smash your lips against him. His arms instinctively come to wrap around you, and even he's grown a little more emboldened by the knowledge that you actually do love him and this isn't some cruel villain trick or high school prank, to open his mouth and press his tongue lovingly against yours. He never wants to let you go, so before he lets you go back to your job he gives you a tight hug, and presses a million warm little kisses in a treasure trail down the pulse point in your neck.

This man literally has like... two outfits, so he's constantly wearing your clothes! Surprise! You come home to find him sitting criss-cross on the bed, face bruised and tired worn from his latest clash with Doc Ock, but your sweatshirt tucked over him and lifted up against his cheeks like a little hidden koala bear. Surprise! You plan a surprise birthday party for him with Aunt May, only for him to turn up after work wearing one of your jumpers! It's just so snug, and homey, and it reminds Peter of when he was ten years old; when you came round to sleepover, and the two of you would crash on his mat after spending so long pouring through and excitedly talking about the new quantum theories in the science magazines he used to buy with his pocket money, Peter would shuffle up beside you. With a sharp breath, he would tentatively turn on his side and pray he wouldn't wake you up, curling into the foetal position. With a smile like dawn breaking through the soft tufts of a cloud, he would press his nose into your shoulder and just breathe you in, hoping he would never forget it as long as he lived.

This man loves to take you out dancing, mainly so he can grin wildly and show you off to every other customer in the restaurant. Every time he passes the waiter, or the Maitre d', he points wildly at your back and mouths ecstatically 'that's my Y/n!'. He legitimately pools all the money he's made from the photography, and from the pizza delivery together so he can take you to a fancy restaurant uptown. He feels so nervous when he gets up with that breathless smile and offers you his hand, but all his troubles just immediately melt away once he feels your hand brush over the strands of hair at the nape of his neck. He falls against you, easily caught just like he was all those years ago. Your fingers feel so soft, so perfect as they slot between his own, although his left hand never stops rubbing over the supple skin of your waist as he sways the two of you back and forth in time to the dream-like lullaby of the string quartet.

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steggymus · 3 months

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#spider man #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #peter parker #peter parker fanart #tom!spiderman #tobey!spiderman #andrew!spiderman #spider punk #hobie brown #stegs sketchbook

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tommiruewrites · 10 months

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hey I was wondering if you can write tobeys peter parker crush hcs?

tysm for sending in this req! i’ve been wanting an excuse to write for tobey’s peter. he deserves more love <33

PETER PARKER CRUSH HCS - T.M.

short little head-canon list for tobey’s peter :))

please remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

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peter is such a dork, it’s a little silly

you know him from school, having grown up in the same neighborhood

you hadn’t really talked to him though, because the thought always made every functioning part of your brain turn off

eventually you gather the courage to strike up a friendly conversation, and immediately realize you have the upper hand

he has absolutely no romantic experience

which of course means he’s very awkward

and is unable to identify when someone is flirting with him

which makes you wonder how many people he’s accidentally rejected

he would be completely oblivious to your crush on him

i mean you could make it painfully obvious and he would just think you were being nice

he’s so respectful that he would never dare do anything that could possibly make you uncomfortable

this means that all of your attempts to clue him in are averted by Peter himself

which can sometimes make it feel like your crush is one sided

but that is DEFINITELY not the case

he has an even more massive crush on you than you do him, he’s just more discreet with it

he gets all nervous and clumsy whenever you’re in a 5 mile radius of him

if you talk to him, his palms get sweaty

literally just the mention of you makes him feel all warm n fuzzy inside

but for a genius, this boy is a moron sometimes

because he wholeheartedly believes he has no chance with you

“we’re just friends”

“they could have any guy they want, why would they pick me?”

all of that goes out the window when you kiss him for the first time; sweet and awkward after a late night study session

thats when he finally puts all the pieces together in his nerdy little head and is like

“holy shit… they’ve liked me back this whole time?”

#peter parker fluff #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker hc #peter parker headcanon #tobey maguire #tobey!peter parker #tobey!spiderman #peter 2 #spectacular spider man #fluff #hc #marvel hcs

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underqualified-human · 11 months

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Tobey Maguire as Peter Parker looks very kissable. I don't know why I just wanna give him a smooch. You know?

#aries rambles #peter parker #tobey!peter parker #tobey!peter x reader #tobey!spiderman #spiderman x reader #spider man #spidey #peter parker x reader

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multifariousqueer · 2 years

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hi, can i ask for yandere peter parker that sets during no way home and he gets jealous of reader interacting with his variants?

This idea is making me feral omfgggggg

warnings: Manipulation, dark Peter Parker, spoilers for nwh, Peter being a douche but also being hot, submissive!reader, Mentions of smut at the end, maybe more idk lmk.

Peter has always been protective. Of you, Ned, MJ, May and everything and anything he holds near and dear to his heart. Peter absolutley ADORES you and would literally kill for you, no matter what (or who) threatened his relationship with his princess(you). It's also worth mentioning he gets jealous when you give your attention to anyone who wasn't a family member(and even then), Ned or MJ. You were incredibly smart and when Peter showed you his web shooters, you were ecstatic to help and make new formulas. That was one of his favorite things about you. You were always willing to help.

After the villains got loose in the city and you had to help capture them, Peter's normal level of protectiveness shot up. Peter wouldn't even let you look at the villains. Even if you tried to introduce yourself and explain your intentions, Peter would just take your hand and tell you not to speak to these creatures because they're bad and he would move you behind him. They eventually began to think you were mute or just stuck up but the truth is that Peter would break their necks and sternly talk you down if you tried to speak. You could tell everyone was in a fragile place at that moment so you decided it was best to just shut up and be helpful.

When the fight in the condo happened and Aunt May died, it was like a switch in Peter's head went off. His natural instinct was to kill the Goblin and protect the only thing he had left; You. That means, his senses were dialed up to 1234 and he was ready to fight and possibly kill anything that flew or came in your direction. He was so protective, he wouldn't let you go to the bathroom without him being present. So when his variants, Ned and MJ came, Peter tucked you away in his arms, kissed your forehead and gave you a talk:

"Stay here okay?"

"Peter I'm in your arms, there's no where I can go." You said with a hint of sass.

"Y/n I don't want the sass okay? I just lost my Aunt so the least you can do is shut up and do what I say, okay?" Peter said bluntly.

You nodded and did as you were told.

"Does he always talk to her like that?" One of the variants asked.

"Usually not this bluntly but yes." MJ chimed in. MJ hated that you went from being so independent with your own thoughts and opinions, to being Peters puppy. Quiet, reserved and a mere shell of who you used to be. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing anyone could do really.

You waved at the variants and when you got to the lab, you made peter's web fluid with a combination of different formulas; each one more effective and potent than the ones Peter was making. One of the variants was impressed by your creation:

"Wow. That's strong stuff. What's in it?" He asked you.

"A hint of vibranium and I changed the measurements on the original fluid." You said, happy someone was talking to you.

"What's vibranium?" Both of the variants asked.

"The strongest substance on our Earth. It's truly amazing what it can do. It can replicate human skin, build a new body and even extract an infinity stone!" You cheered. It was the first time you felt like yourself since Peter changed.

"Wow. I don't know what infinity stones are but if they're nearly as strong and powerful as your web fluid, than it's the strongest thing in my universe." One Variant said,

"Mine too" The other chimed in.

You had prepared another speech when you were cut off:

"How about actually working instead of talking about space rocks that were blown up by the thing who slaughtered his own daughter to get them." Peter said, the anger and jealousy of you taking a liking to his variants living in his voice.

"Yes sir." You said sadly.

"Jeez man, lighten up." The brown eyed variant said.

"Yeah dude. Your girl is obviously loyal to you and only you and she is extremely smart yet she can't even have a conversation?" The blue eyed one said annoyed.

In typical true Peter Parker fashion, they stuck up for you. It seemed that was a common trait among them.

"What she can and can't have is none of your concern. Let's just get this over with so you guys can go home and we can live our normal lives." Your Peter said fed up.

"Uh Peter." Ned said shakily.

"Yeah?" They all said.

"Oh no my Peter." Ned corrected.

"Yeah?" Your Peter said.

"The computer." Ned said.

Peter made sure to do what he had to do while keeping an eye on you.

"Y/n. Come here, Princess." Peter instructed.

"Yeah." you said walking over.

"Why do you have to interact with these Peter's?" Peter asked.

"Because they interacted with me first." You informed.

"Okay so here's what's gonna happen. If I see you talking to any of these "me's", I will not hesitate to punish you later. You belong to me and only me. Understand?" Peter said in your ear.

"I understand." You said looking down.

Peter grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

"Understand?" Peter said, firmly.

"I understand, sir." you said.

"You're always such a good girl for me. Stay that way, yeah?" Peter praised.

"Okay" You said, handing him the fluid.

He kissed you and put the plan in motion. After everything was done and the variants went back home, Peter delivered the news of the spell.

A few months later

"Hello fellow engineers!" You chanted in the coffee shop.

"What?" Ned said in confusion.

"MIT's mascot is the engineer." MJ said.

"Oh yeah I should probably know that" Ned laughed.

"So have we decided on an apartment yet?" You asked.

"I think so" MJ smiled.

"Yeah. The Loft, right?" Ned asked.

"Yep" you said.

"I'll put the down payment and the first month of utilities plus the groceries!" You said.

"No no no that's way too much-" Ned and MJ started before they were cut off by some random kid.

"Hi I'm Peter Parker you don't know me but-" he started.

You quickly stopped him and said,

"Peter Parker don't you know it's rude to interrupt stranger's conversations." You said as snarky as possible. Ned and MJ chuckling behind their hands.

Peter was taken aback by your sudden edge. He had forgot you had a backbone before he became more dominant.

"I wanted a coffee not sass, sweetheart." Peter replied.

You had a look of anger plastering your face but in reality, it turned you on a bit. To have someone be so blunt with you was just the thing you wanted in life.

You whispered to MJ to give him a receipt so you could write your number on the back with a note:

"Never call me sweetheart. You can call me Princess though." The note read.

The stranger took it with a smirk and walked out.

"Y/N" Ned and MJ screamed after you told them the contents of the note:

"What were going to college soon anyway. At the very least, he'll be a good fuck."

"And if he's not??" MJ asked.

"He will be. I feel it." You replied with a smirk.

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rawyld · 11 months

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incorrectanything · 2 years

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Peter: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Y/N: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year

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𝐋𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : Just a lazy morning between Peter and you.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : None. Just fluff and slight smut.

ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ : 15th February, 2023.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hello. This is my first time writting something. Please like the post if you like this one shot.

MAIN MASTERLIST || MARVEL MASTERLIST

Queens, is a busy place. Time never seems stop and everyone just keeps working like working machines. Busy place also means high rate of crime, which makes a cartain neighborhood hero's life harder than it needs to be.

Peter's hero life was hectic. Even after all those years of experience. His hero job takes almost all his day leaving little to no time for Peter to spend. But even after all day of saving lives and stopping crime his girlfriend is there to take care of him.

Whenever Peter comes back with bruises and injuries you are there to patch them up. Whenever Peter is feeling depressed you are there to bring him back to life. Whenever Peter cancels any date you understand like a good girlfriend. But you are also a human being after all. You also want to spend some time with your boyfriend.

Which is why weekends are your favourite days of the week. When Peter has no work so he can spend with you before heading out as spider-man. Just like now when you two are in bed with his head resting in your lap.

You had woken up a few minutes before. Seeing him sleep so peacefully, you didn't want to wake him up. So, you just sat beside him on the bed. Eventually Peter moved his head from the pillow to your lap and you began to run your hand through the brown curly locks.

Hearing a groan you avert your eyes from the window to the boy. He blink eyes a few times before glancing up at you. He made no move romove his head but instead snuggled his head even more in the comfort of your lap

"Why are you up this early?" Peter asked.

You chuckled at your half-concious boyfriend, "It is littraly 7 in the morning, sleepyhead."

"Already?" Peter turned his and rested on the back.

Everything fell into silence. Peter just stared at you without saying anything. You have caught him staring at you in many occasions before. When you still were not dating and were just classmates, you catch him staring at you accross the classroom or cafeteria.

Even after all those years they are still your weakness. Your cheeks heated up with blush, "What?"

"You are beautiful."

This little complements were like charms. You bend down to peak him on the lip but before you could pull away Peter grabbed the back of your head pulled you closer. Lips moving a sync.

His hand brushing through your hair and yous holding his face. Feeling breathless you pull away. Peter sits up on the bed and in an blink of an eye, you are lying on the bed on your back and Peter is hovering over you.

Peter leans down, taking you lips in his once again. His elbow supporting him over you. He brushed his tongue on you lips, asking for permission. You part your lips and let his tongue enter. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

He slipped one hand under his your shirt. Caressing all the way up to your boobs and taking one in his hand. His fingers pressing on the nipple before playing with it by two fingers. Your hands slid down his abs. Fingers brushing lightly over them.

Peter broke the kiss and started placing butterfly kisses down your neck. You turn your head the other side to give him more space. He placed open mouth kiss on the base of your throat. His warm tongue brushing over your cold skin and breathless moans escaping your mouth.

"Peter, are you not getting late?" You mumbled. Mind too clouded to speak normally.

"Criminals can wait. Spider-man is going to be late today. Right now I'm Peter Parker. Your Peter." Peter said before diving down your neck.

That's right Spider-man might be the neighborhood hero but Peter Parker is yours and you will cherish each and every moment with him.

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